Should we make a bet?
My bare foot unknowingly creeps out onto the glassy floor.
Me
Only if you want to lose.
The door latches behind me, and I open up the hotel key on my phone to escape back into my room, only to swipe it away when Rome’s next text comes through.
Rome
If you prove me wrong, I’ll give you my private jet. You can fly to all the races around the world, and I’ll be stuck on commercial flights with your brothers.
I freeze, my trek to his room abruptly stopping. He can’t be serious.
Me
What’s the catch?
Rome
If I can get you to come without even touching you, for the rest of the season, you accompany me on my private jet to every race.
A challenge brews between us.
I give in to the pull and stomp over to his room, ready to prove a point.
Or better yet, win a bet.
I raise my fist to knock, but the door opens before I get a chance.
Rome stands there in nothing but low-hanging black sweatpants, damp hair fresh from the shower, and a dangerously enticing smirk.
“I knew you couldn’t resist a challenge,” he murmurs.
I place my palm on the center of his bare chest and push him out of my way. “Hope you’re ready to part ways with that private jet of yours.”
His dark chuckle chases me all the way to the center of his suite, and the way my breasts tingle from the sound alone tells me this is going to be a little harder than I thought.
Chapter Thirty-Two
ROME
All it takes isthe door latching to wake my dick up.
A need like I’ve never experienced brushes against my skin with my gaze trained to her ass in those cute little pajama shorts, stomping across my hotel floor. Tessa’s long brown hair sways past her face with her abrupt spin, her arms crossing over her chest to hide the way her nipples poke through the thin fabric.
“By the looks of you, I’m already on my way to winning.” I drop my attention to her breasts, a smirk ghosting my lips.
“I’m cold,” she snips, turning her nose up in my direction.
I take a step toward her and chuckle. “Not only are you late, but now you’re lying to me too?”
With every step I take, she takes one in the opposite direction.
I stop and mimic her stance, crossing my own arms. “What’s the matter, Tess? Afraid you’ll lose the bet?”
Blood rushes to my dick at the sight of her tongue sliding across her bottom lip. She scoffs, and the only thing that does is turn me on further.
